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| A little | ditty about | Jack and Di- | ane, |
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| Two American | kids growin' up | in the | heart | land |
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| Jack, he's gonna | be a | football | star; |
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| Diane | debutante, back seat | of Jack | y's | car |
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| Suckin' on a | chili dog out | side the Tastee | Freez; |
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| Diane | sittin' on Jacky's lap. He's got his | hands bet | ween her | knees. |
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| Jack he says, " | Hey, Diane, let's run off be | hind a shady | tree; |
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| dribble off those | Bobbie Brooks. Let me | do what | I pl | ease." Sayin' |
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| Oh | yeah, | life goes | on, |
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| long after | the thrill of | living is | gone. Sayin' |
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| Oh | yeah, | life goes | on, |
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| long after | the thrill of l | iving | is | gone |
| Jack, he sits back, collects his thoughts for a moment; |
| Scratches his head and does his best James Dean. |
| "Well, then, there, Diane, we gotta run off to the city |
| Diane says, "Baby, you ain't missin' a thing." But Jack, he says, |
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| Oh, let it rock, let it roll. |
| Let the Bible belt come and save my soul. |
| Holdin' on to sixteen as long as you can; |
| change is comin' 'round real soon, make us women and men, |
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| A | little ditty about | Jack and Di- | ane, |
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| two Ameri | can kids doin' the | best that | they | can |